Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd Of the Two Worlds so wisely - they are thrust Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn Are scattered, and their mouths are stopped with Dust. Omar Khayyam More Quotes by Omar Khayyam More Quotes From Omar Khayyam Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit. Omar Khayyam bitter fruit pleasure This clay, so strong of heart, of sense so fine,Surely such clay is more than half divine--'Tis only fools speak evil of the clay,The very stars are made of clay like mine. Omar Khayyam stars strong heart The Grape that can with Logic absolute The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute: The sovereign Alchemist that in a trice Life's leaden metal into Gold transmute. Omar Khayyam alchemist gold two Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate; And many a Knot unravel'd by the Road; But not the Master-knot of Human Fate. Omar Khayyam thrones fate rose Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why. Omar Khayyam drink knows A Moment's Halt-a momentary taste Omar Khayyam waste taste life Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum! Omar Khayyam music brave war By Fate full many a heart has been undone, And many a sprightly rose made woe-begone; Plume thee not on thy lusty youth and strength: Full many a bud is blasted ere its bloom. Omar Khayyam fate strength heart I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell. Omar Khayyam wine half stuff And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling cooped we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help-for it As impotently moves as you or I Omar Khayyam sky hands moving So when that Angel of the darker Drink, at last shall find you by the river-brink, Omar Khayyam angel offering rivers A drink is shorter than a tale Omar Khayyam tales drink drinking Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close! Omar Khayyam rose spring sweet Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make, Omar Khayyam snakes forgiveness men The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes - or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two - is gone. Omar Khayyam face desert hope men The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy piety nor all thy wit, can cancel half a line of it. Omar Khayyam moving-on wit half moving Drink! for you know not whence you came nor why: drink! for you know not why you go, nor where. Omar Khayyam go know you drink
